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It scared her that Falcon had this control over her, because it was control. It was power. She feared it and she wanted it, but what would happen in the aftermath?
Her body didn’t care about the aftermath; all her flesh knew was her breasts were pressed up against his chest, her nipples tight and hard at the contact. It only cared about the heat coming from his body and the promise of his touch.
Tally prayed he’d grab her and pull her against him the way he had before; he’d take away her culpability. She wanted him to demand this of her, to angle her just so and plunder her mouth and . . .
His hand slid down her spine to settle at the small of her back and the heat of his touch burned her through the thin fabric. Tally knew she could tilt her face up to his and their lips would be only a breath apart.
Or the way her body was angled, she could shift and be in his lap; his solid thighs would be beneath her ass and his cock would be, oh, so very close to where she wanted it. Did she dare?
Falcon tilted his head down to look at her. The hard line of his mouth was softer somehow and time stopped when she turned her face up to his. The air was gone and she couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t move.
The screen turned blue as the DVD player stopped automatically and shattered the moment like glass. Tally hopped off the couch like it was on fire and promptly put the DVD back in its case.
“My kind of girl,” he said.
“How’s that?” she asked, trying desperately not to blush.
“I can’t stand it when witches put DVDs back in the wrong case or stack them on top of the DVD player. Drives me nuts. I’m a bit of a neat freak.”
“Me, too. Do you feel like another one?”
“Sure, whatever you want to do.” He gave her the same lazy grin that could charm the drawers off a cleric.
She wanted to sneak a peak at his package and see if he was really up for whatever she wanted to do. Not that she was going to act on it or anything, but it would be nice to know she wasn’t the only one so affected. If she was, that would be embarrassing. She didn’t want to get caught checking though. Tally chose The Ring this time.
“You brought a lot of good ones,” she said.
When she sank back down, she sat safely on her own side of the couch. Not that she didn’t enjoy being close to him, but perhaps the interruption of the blue screen had been fortuitous. She liked it a little too much and it had dissolved her good intentions like sugar in the rain.
It wasn’t too long before the scenes were getting tense and things were popping out of places and making her squeal, but still she managed to keep her distance from Falcon. Until he decided to wait until she was engrossed in a scene and startle her with a poke to the ribs.
She retaliated with a slap to his arm. He made a grab for her wrist and Tally wasn’t about to let him have a hold on her so easily. She poked him back and was delighted when she got a reaction. He was ticklish.
Tally narrowed her eyes as she decided on a course of action. She launched herself at him, but he caught her. He’d disabled her attack with one move. One delicious, resolve-shattering move.
Falcon brought her crashing down into his lap and he held her secure with her hands behind her back. The bastard still had one hand free. That wasn’t what demanded her attention though; it was the fact she didn’t have to worry about getting caught checking his package. The ridge of his jeans was pressed fully against her and there was no doubt Falcon wanted her.
“Oh,” was all she could manage, unable to breathe. His eyes were dark with desire, but he didn’t move. Neither did she.
“This is what happens when you play the tickle game,” Falcon admonished.
“You started it.” Tally shifted against him. Was that a fire hose he had in his pocket or was it a cannon from a warship?
“Are you going to finish it?” he asked as he used his other hand to anchor her against him.
“I finish
It scared her that Falcon had this control over her, because it was control. It was power. She feared it and she wanted it, but what would happen in the aftermath?
Her body didn’t care about the aftermath; all her flesh knew was her breasts were pressed up against his chest, her nipples tight and hard at the contact. It only cared about the heat coming from his body and the promise of his touch.
Tally prayed he’d grab her and pull her against him the way he had before; he’d take away her culpability. She wanted him to demand this of her, to angle her just so and plunder her mouth and . . .
His hand slid down her spine to settle at the small of her back and the heat of his touch burned her through the thin fabric. Tally knew she could tilt her face up to his and their lips would be only a breath apart.
Or the way her body was angled, she could shift and be in his lap; his solid thighs would be beneath her ass and his cock would be, oh, so very close to where she wanted it. Did she dare?
Falcon tilted his head down to look at her. The hard line of his mouth was softer somehow and time stopped when she turned her face up to his. The air was gone and she couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t move.
The screen turned blue as the DVD player stopped automatically and shattered the moment like glass. Tally hopped off the couch like it was on fire and promptly put the DVD back in its case.
“My kind of girl,” he said.
“How’s that?” she asked, trying desperately not to blush.
“I can’t stand it when witches put DVDs back in the wrong case or stack them on top of the DVD player. Drives me nuts. I’m a bit of a neat freak.”
“Me, too. Do you feel like another one?”
“Sure, whatever you want to do.” He gave her the same lazy grin that could charm the drawers off a cleric.
She wanted to sneak a peak at his package and see if he was really up for whatever she wanted to do. Not that she was going to act on it or anything, but it would be nice to know she wasn’t the only one so affected. If she was, that would be embarrassing. She didn’t want to get caught checking though. Tally chose The Ring this time.
“You brought a lot of good ones,” she said.
When she sank back down, she sat safely on her own side of the couch. Not that she didn’t enjoy being close to him, but perhaps the interruption of the blue screen had been fortuitous. She liked it a little too much and it had dissolved her good intentions like sugar in the rain.
It wasn’t too long before the scenes were getting tense and things were popping out of places and making her squeal, but still she managed to keep her distance from Falcon. Until he decided to wait until she was engrossed in a scene and startle her with a poke to the ribs.
She retaliated with a slap to his arm. He made a grab for her wrist and Tally wasn’t about to let him have a hold on her so easily. She poked him back and was delighted when she got a reaction. He was ticklish.
Tally narrowed her eyes as she decided on a course of action. She launched herself at him, but he caught her. He’d disabled her attack with one move. One delicious, resolve-shattering move.
Falcon brought her crashing down into his lap and he held her secure with her hands behind her back. The bastard still had one hand free. That wasn’t what demanded her attention though; it was the fact she didn’t have to worry about getting caught checking his package. The ridge of his jeans was pressed fully against her and there was no doubt Falcon wanted her.
“Oh,” was all she could manage, unable to breathe. His eyes were dark with desire, but he didn’t move. Neither did she.
“This is what happens when you play the tickle game,” Falcon admonished.
“You started it.” Tally shifted against him. Was that a fire hose he had in his pocket or was it a cannon from a warship?
“Are you going to finish it?” he asked as he used his other hand to anchor her against him.
“I finish
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